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Updated: June 25, 2025
Children, it is needless to say, are a serious consideration; but all ought to live, and in our days parents can no longer live. Regular life does not exist for them. The whole life of the family hangs by a hair. What a terrible thing it is to suddenly receive the news that little Basile is vomiting, or that Lise has a cramp in the stomach!
I am convinced no satisfaction can be compared to that we feel with a virtuous woman we esteem; all is transport! A sign with the finger, a hand lightly pressed against my lips, were the only favors I ever received from Madam Basile, yet the bare remembrance of these trifling condescensions continues to transport me.
From the first day Madam Basile had taken me under her protection, she had endeavored to make me serviceable in the warehouse; and finding I understood arithmetic tolerably well, she proposed his teaching me to keep the books; a proposition that was but indifferently received by this humorist, who might, perhaps, be fearful of being supplanted.
"How comes it that you are able to do all these things? But you have a genius for this sort of work, apparently." "No, sir," said Basile, "these things were taught to me when I was a child by a good friend."
Basile was present at this mock examination of his father he saw him on the point of being dragged to prison when a hint was given that he might save his father by enlisting immediately, and going with the army out of France. Victoire was full in Basile's recollection but there was no other means of saving his father. He enlisted, and in twenty-four hours left Paris.
At length, other events banished the delightful remembrance of Madam Basile; and in a short time I so far forgot her, that I remained as simple, as much a novice as ever, nor did my penchant for pretty women even receive any sensible augmentation.
"Basile, this is unbearable! I tell you of a real danger and you sleep and grunt! What would you have? Would you have us robbed and murdered?" The assistant procurator slowly got up and sat on the bed, filling the air with loud yawns. "Goodness knows what creatures women are!" he muttered. "Can't leave one in peace even at night! To wake a man for such nonsense!"
"But, Basile, I swear I saw a man getting in at the window!" "Well, what of it? Let him get in. . . . That's pretty sure to be Pelagea's sweetheart, the fireman." "What! what did you say?" "I say it's Pelagea's fireman come to see her." "Worse than ever!" shrieked Marya Mihalovna. "That's worse than a burglar! I won't put up with cynicism in my house!" "Hoity-toity!
All at once he thought fit to accept the before rejected proposal, saying, he would teach me bookkeeping, by double entry, and put me in a situation to offer my services to M. Basile on his return; but there was something so false, malicious, and ironical, in his air and manner, that it was by no means calculated to inspire me with confidence.
Basile had attended to the operations of the engineer who acted under the general, and perfectly recollected the model of the mines of this town, which he had seen when he was employed as draughtsman by his Parisian friend.
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